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Vito Pasquale in The CoffeeliciousMar 268 min read

Almost California

The summer my brother Drill turned 17, his favorite saying was, “Yeah, that’s almost California.” I’m not sure I knew what he…

Joe Belarge in The CoffeeliciousMar 244 min read

The Space Between

There was a white light when I died. It was sterile, mechanical, cold. At first I was excited, elated even, but as my eyes began to adjust everything came rushing back to me, as if all my life had been a dream.

Lizella PrescottDec 29, 20152 min read

The red menace

“The red one. I see the red one. The red one is here!”

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Tracy Brighten in The CoffeeliciousMar 262 min read

Iced Coffee

Well stuff you, Kerri said under her breath as she strode back to the coffee machine.

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Christine MasonMar 242 min read

The Impossible Union of Artists.

And in the end, there was nothing to be fixed. She saw him through his periods of ungroomed Ted Kaczynski silent isolations, and was there with a cup of tea and an inquiring eyebrow when he came up for air. He took her, too — when at two a.m. the lights in their tiny…